how to make the web beautiful. when it's such a mess. torn and disconnected, no two pages ever touching each other. they might as well be on differnet planets. and yet we flitter between them like they were pages in a book. a series of. words. and we put them together.
it would be apt to analogize this into some metaphor or another. cause that's what i do. this is like this. is like this. the web is, as freeproton says, a huge city, a scrawling world full of elevated morals and pathetic blahs. or maybe it's a spider web. or maybe it's a fisherman's net. or maybe it's a long highway. looks like i've been beaten to the metaphorical punch on this one. in fact, we rarely talk about the net literally: 1024x768 640x480 red blue yellow rectangle dots squares and lines between 64 and 2 million colors. what eamon said.
focus. what is this. what is it that we're trying to make beautiful. and what have we pushed out of the frame and are releasing to the world to be made beautiful by someone else. not us. even michelangelo focused on the ceiling and not the walls. let someone else do the walls. or let someone else make the soundtrack, i'll just direct.
focus. the beauty will be contained. on the web, and in each individual mind. just like depression is contained in a single head. i walk by the depressed every day, i see their head float within 2 or 3 feet of mine, and yet the depression doesn't jump out and leap in my ear. sometimes. other times it'll shoot across a plaza and hit me square on the bridge of my nose. like when the couple was on a blind date and i saw them scrambling for a conversation about barbeques. what tasted good smoked. aim, shoot, i have the depression.
so beauty is aimed and shot. it exists across the plaza and then it exists within you. i have a three hour interview with four people tomorrow morning for the web development position.
does connectivity have anything to do with it. maybe not in the literal sense. one sentence doesn't have to acknowledge the one before, one pixel doesn't have to reflect the one below. but if you take them all, and focus, it should make sense.
i smoked a cigar the other night. then i drove out on the super highway and focused on the depression in 2 million colors.